Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that smells like it came from the elemental plane of meat.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A bag of fake snow made of asbestos
A lightsaber
A handful of perfectly sauced spaghetti
A box of honeycomb cereal
A piece of paper listing how many doors and how many wheels there are in the universe
A Pair of Headphones
A clock striking 13
A circular smartphone
A slug of banana flavored rum from Colombia
A nice set of silverware

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